A few minutes later, Pippin sat in his bath splashing water onto the cool stone floor. Merry sat across the room in a chair with his feet folded up underneath him, in hopes of escaping his cousin's flood. He wanted to be outside, in the warm Shire sunshine. Yet, he had promised his aunt that he would keep an eye on his younger cousin.
Resting his chin on his knees, Merry gazed dreamily into space. His body was tired, but his brain was wide-awake. Thoughts passed in and out of his head. Merry tried, but could not seem to focus on a single thing. He started thinking perhaps Pippin would soon notice his blank stare; no doubt he was starting to drool onto his trousers.
"Sing Hey! for the Bath at the close of day!
That washes the weary mud away!
A loon is he that will not sing,
Oh! Water Hot is Noble Thing!"
Noticing that Merry was not joining in on his bath time amusements, Pippin spun around, and in so, sent more than half his bath water over the rim of the tub onto the floor. "Sing with me Merry! It's not the same with out you!"
Snapping out of his daydream, Merry smiled. How could he say no to his precious cousin, who now had his chin rested on the side of the copper wash bin, sopping curls hanging over his right eye. No matter what we do, it never stays out of his face Merry fondly thought.
"Please Merry?"
Without another second's delay, Merry jumped up, landing in the swamp of a bathroom, splashing soapy water all over the both of them.
"O! Sweet is the sound of the falling rain,
And the brook that leaps from hill to plain
But better than rain or rippling streams
Is water Hot that smokes and steams!"
"WHAT IS ALL THAT RACKET?" Eglantine screamed. She opened the door just in time to see Pippin pull a fully clothed Merry into the bath, sending a tidal wave of the remaining water straight at her.